Hearts Of Glass

Hearts Of Glass

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She always wondered why she couldn't remember what she dreamt. Every night, she dreamt about the same thing happening over and over again, but she just didn't know what. If it made her wake up with tears streaming down her face, why couldn't she remember such a significant thing? There was this voice that he couldn't quite place. He felt like he heard her before but where? He desperately hoped he wasn't hallucinating or anything, he really hoped she was alive. He just had to find her. There was something about this voice that intrigued and attracted him to her. But how would he find her? In which fate plays a terrible trick that both of them have to pay the price of. Repeatedly. Because, after all, the world isn't as big as it seems... I suck at summaries but I hope you can give this story a try! Fair warning though, there might be mild language in here, depends on what you think is 'mild'.
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Book 4 of The Awakening Series The Malicious Vampire King. My Paramour. Marcellus Throne, the now infamous Malicious Vampire King, has been promised to me since the day he took his first breath. Even before then, our fates were written in the marrow of creation. My first vision, the one that burned itself into my memory before I even understood what I was, was of him. It has always been him. His face. His power. His darkness. Until the night he slept with my sister. That single act shattered every prophecy, every divine whisper, every foolish belief I had in fate. The bond that was supposed to unite empires instead became a curse waiting to be cast. And now, centuries later, the bastard decides to host a mockery of love, a televised "quest for his beloved" as if our story were nothing but royal entertainment. So I came to his kingdom, ready to remind him that destiny is not a joke, and neither am I. Ready to curse him for every ounce of arrogance that dripped from his name. Only for him to turn around, before the entire world, and declare that I am his fated beloved and he's right! He's fatally fucked! Ha.

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